This is a short story someone asked me to write with an older account. Hope you see this, S.
TW—rough play, rp, degredation, age gap:
I’m driving home after a stressful day at work. I see you walking out of a club by yourself.
At first, I thought you were just cold. Then I noticed you were trying to cover yourself. You weren’t wearing pants or underwear.
Before I pass you, I decide to pull over. I pause to think as I park. “Should I do this?”
When you get closer, I stick my head out of the car. “Hi, do you need some help?”
You look around nervously. “No…I’m fine.”
I look down…grabbing my jacket from the passenger seat. I stick it out of the driver seat window. “At least wrap this around you,” I said. “You shouldn’t be walking around like that.”
You wouldn’t bite. “No, seriously. I’m good.”
You begin to walk off.
“Can I at least give you a ride? You don’t know me but I couldn’t forgive myself if I left you out here like that.”